Lacking: A FC/UC Short

Synodic
Susurrus
Ventus’ Fall
xxxx, X.X.

I don’t understand why this had to happen.

I don’t understand why any of this had to happen.

First it was them – mother and father – do you remember what happened to me when Vito told us that they had to leave? Do you remember what we had to go through when they had to leave? Months. Many of months keeping to myself and not being able to go out and see the light.

You and the other two brought me back.

And now you’re going to do the same thing our parents did.

“Damn it!”

Something shattered upon hitting contact with the wall yet Calor didn’t pay it any attention. There had to be something or some way he could release his anger and frustration without having to put others in harm, but he couldn’t find it just yet. So his hands wandered; he ended up having to throw objects in a fit of rage while his thoughts stewed and built up.

The god’s ruby eyes opened and he groaned internally at the mess he had caused. There was shattered glass, a broken piece of furniture, mildly singed items…

Calor nearly ended up destroying everything that was in the room.

For a brief moment, he thanked everything that his sisters were too busy tending to Ventus to even care about the sounds that came from where he was.

He was infuriated and betrayed.

Calor had always looked up to Ventus as they grow; Ventus had been the golden child Calor had aspired to be. He was calm, mature, rational – he knew how to put the siblings in place and knew how to calm each of them down.

When Vito had told them that they were to take control of the universe, it was Ventus who had assured them that everything would be okay. It was Ventus who got them together, calmed Amina’s panic, and assured them that they would be able to handle such a thing.

He was their guide.

And now, their guide was non-existent.

“I sincerely hope you didn’t destroy the room.” Calor sunk and groaned, hearing the person from the other side give an exhale. “Just…don’t wreck it too bad. And come see Ventus soon.”

“I’ll try.”

“Trying isn’t good enough.” A pause, “He’s our brother, Calor. He’s our brother and…” another pause with an added sigh, “…it looks like we have to be the ones to handle this for a while. So, please. Don’t do it for me or for your injured ego. Do it for him.”

Calor stayed quiet. From the other side of the door, Unda sighed and left, her footsteps resounding as she walked. The Fire God could only bury his face into his hands, attempting to accept the situation they were thrown into at that exact moment.

Unda, on another hand, returned to the main room. Her blue eyes fell on the youngest sister, who was gently running her fingers through the unconscious male’s hair. The worried expression on her face hadn’t changed. “Calor still…?”

“He is. He nearly broke the room. I could hear things shattering,” Unda muttered. Amina merely nodded and continued, Unda watching as she attempted to care for her unresponsive brother. “Maybe you should try getting him out.”

“I did when our parents disappeared, remember?” she asked softly. “Calor…Calor was never the best with dealing with his own negative emotions. He always tried to push them away and keep being who he was – his usual lively state. But with our parents gone and now Ventus unresponsive, he…he’s taking it hard.”

Unda stayed silent as she came closer, soon taking a seat next to Amina. “…he’s not okay, Unda. Calor is hurting, too.”

“We’re all hurt.”

“I know. And it’s true. But he…” she trailed off and Unda chose not to question the other further, redirecting her vision to the still Ventus.

“Any progress?”

Anina shook her head. “No. He’s not moving, he’s not responding…it’s almost like his body decided to be left here while his soul chose to wander around the universe. I tried using magic, but…not even I can tell what’s wrong with him.”

Unda was about to say something when the sky rumbled; her eyes fell to Ventus and so did Amina’s, her emerald-green eyes widening in shock. “He isn’t even fully conscious, how can he–”

Another rumble, another roar. That time, the roar sounded familiar.

And Amina nearly slumped into her seat. “Calor.”

“Do I have to get him back–?”

“No,” she answered quietly. “We have to let him heal.”

* * * * *

It took him some time until he could enter the room.

Amina had been the one to convince him to even visit in the first place; Calor had been keeping his distance since he had heard the news. It was too much for him to believe in one gulp – Ventus, unresponsive? – that it took Unda herself with blazing eyes and a harsh tone to drag him to Ventus’ world.

Immediately did he see how wrong it was for Ventus to be out.

He could feel the inkling in the air, a hint of wrongness. It was like there was something missing, something that had to be there but wasn’t – and he immediately knew what the missing piece was.

He didn’t want to admit it.

For endless days the three of them struggled to think of something in order to maintain the balance in Susurrus as well as the other worlds and the universe. The three did their best to contact the Messengers, but Vito was too busy with duty and Morana was untouchable.

Unda slowly rose and led the other two. It felt wrong to him. Unda had always been his Twin, his Opposite – and there she was now, leading them and attempting to resolve the mess that had occurred in the first place.

But even Unda got tired and they realized how badly they needed Ventus back.

“We need you.”

No response.

“Unda is straining herself and Amina busies herself day and night just to make sure you’re doing okay.” He looked at the eldest and then away, “We need you,” he repeated in a much more quiet voice, “And Synodic needs you, too.”